*darkness reigns* *enters barefoot and clad in pyjamas, and waveringly holding aloft an improbable candle* (In trembling voice) Puss, is that you making that strange scratching noise? I thought I heard you fighting with a fox earlier...and I saw a sinister figure outlined in the windowframe for a second, but decided it was probably just Mockney. Now I think I'll wander deeper into the darkness without telling anyone where I'm going...are those cellos playing? *trips over limp body sprawled on the rug* DM!? No!!!! Oh, the tragedy, what a fate! Has she had her last alcopop? Extraordinary, she has a smile on her face, perhaps she was welcoming her killer into the Quiet Room just as the blow fell! *a shadowy figure on the sofa uncrosses its legs, stands up gracefully and stalks forward.* (In relieved tone) You here? Thank goodness, I think someone may have killed Dulwichmum! What's that in your hand? But, but.... *turns to camera, and in perfectly pitched soprano honed by years of training* SCREAAAAAM!!!